Sometimes I write about being a mom.
Sometimes I write about being a 14-year-old boy trapped in the body of a mom.

Valentine’s Day is upon us…

…which means it’s time for some bad singing, some painfully awkward dance moves, and some hot, heavy, UTI-inducing Parental Love.

Click, watch, and learn. (And then go wash your eyeballs and forgive me for the visual horrors I have unleashed upon you.)


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